Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2012 2:25:59 GMT -4
The following takes place about a week after Prelude to madness.
As the scene comes into focus, Seth and Liam are in the old boiler room of Solid Core. Looking this time somewhat more organized and a little less dark with some new decorations and a slightly newer entertainment system. Focused on the television, they are both watching replays of the Prelude to madness. Fast forwarding most of the action to one particular match which gets there immediate attention, one they found themselves involved in.
Once again fast forwarding, the duo skip straight to the part where miraculously Matt's hand is raised as the winner, and still Knockout champion. With the scene then changing to the sponsors of the event, mid-show entertainers come out amidst cleaners, and ring side staff who clear the mess as much as possible, then setup for the next match. As the video feed returns to the arena, Mr. Violence as battered, bruised and bleeding mess still manages to play to the audience. Raising his beloved title as high above his head as the pain in his arms allows. Just as Matt reaches the stage, some merciless Irish bastard launches over the safety barrier, then drives a balled left fist taking out the closest security guard. The commotion getting the attention of Matt who turns around just in time to receive a right boot to the ribs which drives the remaining air from his lungs, then just as easily hoists the Champion above his shoulders in a stall suplex. With a show of sheer strength and stability, Liam holds Matt steady while using his free arm to drink an imaginary shot of Irish Whiskey before viciously driving him neck first into the unforgiving steel mesh on the stage. All though a winner of this brutal, unforgiving match, Matt is left barely conscious with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth due to the impact of the devastating Northern Lights Bomb, otherwise known as Irelands Finest Whiskey.
Just about every one leaps from their chairs, then in unison amongst the already booing and pissed off fans begins to chant " IRISH BASTARD ! ... IRISH BASTARD ! ". They can still be heard as the audio feed changes to the commentary.
That son of a bitch ... Where is security, he was not supposed to be here tonight.
[Giggling like an excited school girl over the goody two shoes being knocked out. Ray points to a security staff member sprawled out on his back along with a blackened eye left twitching where he lays.]
Um ... There is at least one of the security staff members Jimmy, looks like Liam come here tonight with a message for the Champion.
End Promo.
Comments Ideas welcome.
As the scene comes into focus, Seth and Liam are in the old boiler room of Solid Core. Looking this time somewhat more organized and a little less dark with some new decorations and a slightly newer entertainment system. Focused on the television, they are both watching replays of the Prelude to madness. Fast forwarding most of the action to one particular match which gets there immediate attention, one they found themselves involved in.
Ray White: “No, no, no! This is just unbelievably sick! I’ve seen this weapon used plenty of times by Matt and it never turned out well for his opponent. Christ, after he used it on Skull, he disappeared for God only knows how long! This is just one of those weapons you shouldn’t see used in wrestling, much like Vladimir Strife’s screw gun or even Nicholas Carson’s chlorine gun.”
Jimmy Pate: “You’re for once, 100 percent right Ray! Maybe after feeling this Matt will know what it feels like and will think twice before using this on his next unlucky opponent! But who knows it may only motivate him to put it to good use next time, knowing how effective it really is! Either way I’d fuck myself if I was in Matt’s shoes right now. God I don’t know how these men do it to themselves.“
The sheer pain seems to wake Matt from his previous unconscious state. His head instantly pops up off the ground and his jaw stretches wide allowing a stomach turning scream to flow out. The gruesome sight unfolding in front of them horrifies the fans and some even cover their eyes and ears, manifestly not enjoying the scene they see before them. Like a hot knife through butter, the razors slice and dice Matt’s frail skin with ease. After thirty seconds or so of inducing punishment, Adam seems to have enough and chucks the modified chair to the side; exposing Matt’s back. His shirt has been ripped to shreds but more importantly, his flesh has been lacerated in countless spots, blood flowing freely from the dozen of open wounds. AJ dismounts to the side of Matt and flips over to his raw back. Whimpering, the Ultraviolent Superstar is covered by Adam. John Patterson drops levels and begins to swing his hand down to the ground.
“ONE!”“TWO!”
Jimmy Pate: “You’re for once, 100 percent right Ray! Maybe after feeling this Matt will know what it feels like and will think twice before using this on his next unlucky opponent! But who knows it may only motivate him to put it to good use next time, knowing how effective it really is! Either way I’d fuck myself if I was in Matt’s shoes right now. God I don’t know how these men do it to themselves.“
The sheer pain seems to wake Matt from his previous unconscious state. His head instantly pops up off the ground and his jaw stretches wide allowing a stomach turning scream to flow out. The gruesome sight unfolding in front of them horrifies the fans and some even cover their eyes and ears, manifestly not enjoying the scene they see before them. Like a hot knife through butter, the razors slice and dice Matt’s frail skin with ease. After thirty seconds or so of inducing punishment, Adam seems to have enough and chucks the modified chair to the side; exposing Matt’s back. His shirt has been ripped to shreds but more importantly, his flesh has been lacerated in countless spots, blood flowing freely from the dozen of open wounds. AJ dismounts to the side of Matt and flips over to his raw back. Whimpering, the Ultraviolent Superstar is covered by Adam. John Patterson drops levels and begins to swing his hand down to the ground.
“ONE!”“TWO!”
Once again fast forwarding, the duo skip straight to the part where miraculously Matt's hand is raised as the winner, and still Knockout champion. With the scene then changing to the sponsors of the event, mid-show entertainers come out amidst cleaners, and ring side staff who clear the mess as much as possible, then setup for the next match. As the video feed returns to the arena, Mr. Violence as battered, bruised and bleeding mess still manages to play to the audience. Raising his beloved title as high above his head as the pain in his arms allows. Just as Matt reaches the stage, some merciless Irish bastard launches over the safety barrier, then drives a balled left fist taking out the closest security guard. The commotion getting the attention of Matt who turns around just in time to receive a right boot to the ribs which drives the remaining air from his lungs, then just as easily hoists the Champion above his shoulders in a stall suplex. With a show of sheer strength and stability, Liam holds Matt steady while using his free arm to drink an imaginary shot of Irish Whiskey before viciously driving him neck first into the unforgiving steel mesh on the stage. All though a winner of this brutal, unforgiving match, Matt is left barely conscious with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth due to the impact of the devastating Northern Lights Bomb, otherwise known as Irelands Finest Whiskey.
Just about every one leaps from their chairs, then in unison amongst the already booing and pissed off fans begins to chant " IRISH BASTARD ! ... IRISH BASTARD ! ". They can still be heard as the audio feed changes to the commentary.
That son of a bitch ... Where is security, he was not supposed to be here tonight.
[Giggling like an excited school girl over the goody two shoes being knocked out. Ray points to a security staff member sprawled out on his back along with a blackened eye left twitching where he lays.]
Um ... There is at least one of the security staff members Jimmy, looks like Liam come here tonight with a message for the Champion.
End Promo.
Comments Ideas welcome.
